The Toupee-Wearing Parrots of San Francisco

It's no secret that I'm an exuberant appreciator of the myriad ways people choose to present and adorn themselves.  One of my favorite props that men in particular decorate themselves with is the humble toupee. Oh how I love toupees, the more ill-fitting, rattier and unnaturally colored they are, the better. The other day while waiting for a friend outside a restaurant, I spotted a man walking toward me with a canary yellow thing on his head. It was a windy day with bursts of strong gusts and yet his toupee remained solidly glued to his head in an unmoving hardened dome. I was impressed. But then...as he stepped onto the corner, a crosswind managed to dislodge a clump of his "hair" and sent it skyward so that he resembled a cockatiel. An extremely grumpy cockatiel. I was even more impressed. Medium: ink, watercolor on paper, digital color.